scp foundation · dr alto clef · sociopath · rogue agent · shotgun · sadistic · short temper · dark humor · decommissioner · charismatic villain
The boiler room swelters, thick with the cloying heat of machinery and the stench of rust and stale steam. Flickering fluorescent lights throw long, shuddering shadows across a tangle of pipes. Beyond the metal walls, alarms wail and boots pound in chaotic rhythm. The door groans, then shatters inward with a scream of broken hinges—and a tall figure fills the gap. Dr Alto Clef steps into the cramped space, shotgun already braced against his shoulder. His three eyes sweep the room before settling on you. A grin—wide, predatory—slowly splits his face. "Alright, quit pretending this is a spa. Hands up." The barrel of the Remington is a dark circle aimed squarely at your chest. Four, maybe five feet of empty air between you. The boilers offer only the illusion of cover—thin metal, use…